Imagine you were 56 days old hearing of John Lennon's death on that fateful Monday night in Manhattan. I cried that night. My dad probably did too. Except I cried because I was hungry and I knew no other way to get food.
It seems our generation knows no equivalent. Bono may be the closest, but U2 will never be the Beatles. After a full day of Beatles songs (no repeats), I was reminded of their greatness. I'm not a superfan, just appreciative of great music. Long live their legend. Could I have such a long-lasting impact on just one person? Let it be.
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